Heaving out a big sigh, Matsumoto stood up—rather abruptly—from her office chair, eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down at the many papers that still needed grading. With an annoyed scoff, she shoved down them all in a random drawer of the desk, before walking out of the office in a huff. When she had woken up near the Academy, Matsumoto didn’t think this much paperwork would have been involved in being a teacher. She should have just lied about her age and instead take a student’s role. Too late now.
Spotting a familiar—if changed—purple-black mop of hair, Matsumoto waved, her earlier annoyance replaced with anticipation.
“Yumichika!” the blonde teacher called, and shunpo’d closer—arriving next to the 5th seat in no more than a second. Throwing an arm around the man’s shoulder, Matsumoto giggled.
“Take me out, yes?”